59 #2
Almost growling, I said, “Now you’re just being cruel.”
“Am I?” he crooned. “I think you like it.” He pushed his finger inside me, as deep as he could get it, and licked my clit so softly that my entire body shook.
As did the moan torn from me when I was pulled down onto his lap—onto his waiting cock. I gripped his shoulders as he entered me with ease. I was so full, so damned relieved, an intense climax seized me.
“Shit, myishla.” His hand climbed my curling back to my neck. As I came undone in pulsing waves, he squeezed my nape and kissed my jaw. “Fuck.”
He jerked, then stilled and trembled.
I smiled as I fell lax against his chest. “You reap what you sow.” Placing a kiss on his neck, I whispered, “Husband.”
Another shiver shook his body. His hand scrunched into my hair. “Husband,” he repeated.
I hummed and leaned back to smile at him.
He stared at me with heavy-lidded eyes. Brushing his knuckles over my cheek, he whispered thickly, “Tell me again.”
Though I knew what he wanted, I asked, “Tell you what?”
A slight growl rumbled in his throat. He snatched my mouth with his and nipped at my lips.
Laughing, I clasped his face. “I…” Giving him a teasingly quick kiss, I said, “Love.” I kissed him again. “You.”
He groaned when I kissed him longer—firmer—then glared when I leaned away.
Once again, I fiddled with the undone laces of his tunic. Nerves quietened my voice. “I know you need me, Voran.”
“It has been made abundantly clear.”
“Yes, but…” I tugged at one of the laces. “Well, maybe one day, do you think you might…” My nose crinkled. “That you might be capable, I mean.” Warmth inched up my neck. “It doesn’t matter, not really, but it would be nice to know if—”
“Little bird.” His finger snuck beneath my chin. “You disappoint me.”
“H-how?” I searched his eyes.
They lit with the smirk tilting one side of his mouth. “I’ve told you what you wish to hear for many moons.” When I frowned, he said, “I thought you would have long found out what it means.”
“Found out what—” I gasped, rearing back so fast that I bumped the table. “Oh.” My eyes widened. “Oh.”
His smirk became a devastating grin.
“Myishla,” I breathed.
He nodded once. Hard as stone again, he twitched inside me.
Elation drenched my chest. “Well, I tried to find out at the archives. But I had Dusk, and the books were up high, and no one would talk to me. Eventually, Celestine did, so she minded Dusk while I searched for a book that might…” I shook my head. “Never mind. Please just tell me what it means.”
Still grinning, he said far too simply, “My love.”
My mind spun into the past, collecting fragments of our time together—pieces that caused a flood of tears and a trembling smile. His gaze moved between my mouth and eyes, as if he was trying to determine whether I was happy or sad.
But I just rocked over him.
A breath hissed through his teeth.
I said it again. “Myishla.” His charcoal tunic scrunched as I curled my fingers over his shoulders. Taking my lip between my teeth, I pulled at the material, wanting it gone. “I think it’s time you give me some lessons.”
“Gladly.” He lifted his arms.
But I wasn’t tall enough, and he smirked as he freed himself of his tunic.
“Can we begin now?” Smoothing my hands over his ink-marred chest, I leaned close to brush my lips against his jaw. “Please.”
“Yv.” My hair was gathered over my shoulder, and he found the ties of my bodice. “Yes.” Voice strained, he plucked at the ribbons and said, “Un nevo oz heel senn uven kayin.” He explained in a throaty rasp, “I need to feel your soft skin.”
My bodice loosened. He tugged at the cuffs of my velvet sleeves, and I pulled my arms out of them.
“Ans eve.” He kissed my bare shoulder, then murmured, “Arms up.”
They rose, and he lifted the gown over my head. It fell in a whispering heap on the floor as he immediately scooped my breasts into his hands. “Purivan.” His thumbs grazed my nipples. Heavy and aglow, his eyes met mine. “Perfect.”
I caught fire from within and stole his mouth. I kissed him long and hard, then gently as I drew away to croak, “More.”
A wolfish smile flashed his teeth. “Are you learning, myishla?”
Eagerly, I nodded. “So much.”
He squeezed my breasts. Then his arm banded around me to grasp my hip—and push me into him.
I gasped, my body curling as his cock pressed deep enough to hurt.
Groaning, he licked a line up my exposed throat. “Noxe tol un kut yvosh ev sen.” He whispered, “Never will I have enough of you.”
As soon as I straightened, he crushed my lips with his. I moaned and swept my hands over his biceps, luxuriating in the shiver and gooseflesh my touch elicited.
He spoke against my mouth while dragging his finger up my spine. “Myoginyshan.” That finger traveled down. “My obsession.”
Our eyes locked. I took his face and said it back. “Myoginyshan.”
Blinking drowsily, he smiled as I kissed him.
“Sen wulk myovoc ashe tuvden ots von innes ev sen.” The explanation was given as my lips continued to graze his. “You make my cock ache even when it’s deep inside of you.”
Heat unfurled. I slowly rocked over him.
A ragged breath heaved his chest. His hand smoothed up my back. “Mayv.” He gripped my nape. Hard. “Mine.”
“Mayv,” I said while touching the tip of his nose.
Again, he smiled. “Ulysus senns.” He explained, “Only yours.” Whisper soft, he placed a kiss on my cheek, my lips, and my other cheek. Then he lowered his forehead to mine, our eyes meeting as he murmured, “Un ishla sen, Ayla.”
I didn’t need him to explain. I saw it in his eyes, heard the deep vehemence, and recognized some words. My heart swelled—came close to bursting as I smiled.
Before he could tell me what he’d said, I brushed my nose against his and whispered, “I love you, too.”